*shakes head*
People wonder sometimes why I’m not a big fan of doctors. I think the problem is that they’re impossible to satisfy. I’m thinking that I did the most amazingly incredible almost-damned-impossible thing ever by managing to quit smoking (an accomplishment that *still* torments me on a daily basis), and the medical types are like, good for you. Now cut all the salt out of your diet.
I don’t fucking think so.
Besides, at the rate things are going, if I did that I’d turn up with GD. Then what the hell would I eat?
Anyway, for the stats conscious among you (or any random googler who’s looking to feel better), I gained 8 pounds in 3 weeks but managed to hold steady for the two days between appointments. 
My fantasy of staying under 200 pounds with this one is gone, though. 4 pounds to go to hit that milestone. *sigh* None of the medical types seem to be disturbed by the gain, at least. 22 pounds for the pregnancy so far. Not great, but not absurd, either.
Interestingly enough, the stretch marks haven’t come in yet. Surprised me a bit...as a rule, I get them any time I gain weight quickly. I’m quite pleased.
My bp is behaving itself (the doc today actually referred to it as “spectacular"), I’m showing no signs of metabolic naughtiness...I’m a pretty damned boring high-risk pregnant type. I hope to hell it stays that way.
The no-salt thing came from the fact that I’m having trouble with my feet and ankles swelling, which is something I was expecting, considering that I have pitting edema over my shins when I’m *not* pregnant. I have to admit, I miss my ankles, and I’m uncomfortable enough at the end of a bad day to be willing to experiment with diet, but cutting it out entirely seems a little draconian, since it isn’t anything outside of the normal range.
Can a measure *be* a little draconian, btw?
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